The Pit

Sometimes they go out to play amongst the others

As the sun hits his face and the people show

He transforms into a baby lamb surrounded by wolves

In the middle of the night he wakes, doesn’t say a word

But she hears his heart pounding so loud

Running like a racing horse in a foggy road

In the mist, he’s lost

In the middle of their talk he boards on another train of thoughts that takes him on many paths

Like a butterfly above a field of flowers

They all taste so good

In the early morning he prays five thousand times to the universe and its greatest powers

Like a man below manyguns pointed at him

He prays as well for the greater power of the world

In the middle of the night you wake, don’t say a word

But I hear your heart pounding so loud

Running like a racing horse in a foggy road

In the mist, you’re lost

You’re lost